We have arrived...beaten and bruised from the move...but safe and sound. I know one thing for a certainty....I NEVER...EVER...want to do this again.
I am taking the day off to recoup before I go back to work. The painters are busy at the old house, and I am here... nursing some sore muscles and bad nerves.
I love this small home where I will never be tempted to bring in anything more than I need. It has a healing quality about it. The birds! The wildlife! The quiet! The stars!!! O my!
There is still stuff that needs to be done before we list our old home, and the pressure is on to list before the end of July. I worried about how that could be accomplished, but have found a company that provides a portable storage unit that will be packed there and moved here, to sort over the coming month. There is an end in sight.
I am happy. Life is good.